As from very far away, I heard myself gasp. Taking her time, she rubbed her vulva back and forth over mine, slowly and deliciously. “I’m fine.”
“Of course you aren’t. “Does that hurt?”
“No, the opposite.” I moaned again. Then I felt a sensation like an electric shock go through me as she flicked her tongue across my toes. That means physical as well as mental.” She smiled just a little. I clutched the pillow with both my hands as the darts of pleasure lancing out from between my legs joined together and grew into an uncontrollable surge. Then she kissed me, a big sloppy kiss. “We’re going out.”
“I can’t,” I said. “I was planning to give you one anyway. “I was planning to give you one anyway. It made me tear up slightly. “One of these days you will, and then you’ll want to have your vagina nice and hairless.”
“It’s vulva,” I informed her for the nth time. “And I’m very glad I did. My hands moved from the pillow to clutch my breasts, while I put my feet on Mila’s back and frantically ground my sex against her mouth as I came again. This just required me to remove my white business shirt, string tie, and bra, and then all I had on was my shorts, which Mila pulled down around my ankles.
